Weird funny. That was the best way to describe it. Everything about this whole situation was weird funny.
"She probably knows something we don't," Faith shrugged. "Doesn't she always give that impression? Like she knows if I told him things would go badly maybe because Sam would take it badly or because they are actually screwing." She paused to take another gulp of vodka before laughing slightly. "Or hell, maybe it would just go badly for her, maybe she thinks telling him would loosen her grip on him, who the hell knows with her anyway."
It was all a moot question anyway and Faith knew it. She looked over at Claire, a resigned look in her eyes.
"I can't tell him. How the hell would I even say it, 'are you screwing Ruby and oh by the way I'm in love with you'? Can't exactly see that conversation going well." Her eyes drifted down to the counter as her fingers trailed patterns over the surface. "Besides, I can't face the idea of him freaking out an not talking to me again. Maybe it's selfish but I'd rather remain his friend than lose him completely."
Of course there was still a chance of losing him, maybe, depending on how this whole situation played out. Depending on what Ruby's game even was anyway. She smirked mirthlessly as Claire dropped her head, feeling like doing the same.
"I have no freaking idea. Probably nothing good though. They're together pretty much every night. I mean I see him almost every night for patrol and he's usually either just seen her or about to meet up with her. That can't be normal."